spirit radio

The antique radio on the shelf beside the coffee machine hissed and squalled to life and I almost jumped out of my shoes. I whirled to face it in a fury, hands clenched.
"Harry?" said a voice on the radio. "Hey, Harry, is this thing working?"
I tried to calm my pounding heart, and focused enough will on the radio to let my voice carry through. "Yeah, Bob. It's me."
"Thank the stars," Bob said. "You said you wanted to know if I found out anything else ghostly going on."
"Yeah, yeah, go ahead."
The radio hissed and crackled with static - spiritual interference, not physical. The radio wasn't set up to receive AM/FM any more. Bob's voice was garbled, but I could understand it. "My contact came through. Cook County Hospital, tonight. Someone's stirred up Agatha Hagglethorn. This is a bad one, Harry. She is one mean old biddy."


Grave Peril Chapter 4, Page 35-37